Chapter 43: To Take a Life

Chapter 43: To Take a Life

Chapter 43

To Take a Life

Though Sylas shout was loud and awakening, it was still too late. Just as his voice faded into the night, dozens of tents went up in flames, with yet another crescendo of arrows descending. He rushed into the tent, all the while screaming FIRE, FIRE, FIRE like a madman, trying to wake up as many people as possible. It worked as, soon enough, more and more shouts came booming out.

Rousing his three tentmates from the sleep, he kicked them when they kept rolling about in their straw-made beds. The kick did its job as everyone immediately stood up, ready to fight. Once they got a glimpse of the situation, however, they immediately pulled their weapons and rushed out. Sylas deliberated for a moment before picking up the sword and rushing out as well. This loop was doomed anywayhe may as well test his skills and try and see just what the hell happened.

By the time he left the tent, fighting had already started. He was unclear from where they appeared, but, scattered about the entire campsite, he saw dozens of unfamiliar figures brandishing all manner of weaponsfrom rudimentary swords to spiked clubs of sorts. Skirmishes erupted all across the board, with the highest concentration being near the war tent, where Valen slept.

Just standing and staring at the flashing lights of the fire as it illuminated the battlefield, Sylas experienced itfor the first time since that first night he arrived here, he experienced war. But this time around, it wasnt the undead trying to devour the livingit was humans against humans.Updated from novelbIn.(c)om

Corpses quickly began lining the campsites grounds, quite a few, in fact, stuck in crawling positions as they tried to run out of the flames that lit up their tents. It was the kind of horror that was much closer to Sylas heart; while the one he experienced staring at the figure in the sky was inexplicable, the ilk that shattered his mind, this one was human.

Gnashing his teeth and brandishing the sword's handle, he rushed forward, beelining toward Valens tent. If he wanted to see who was behind this, he had the highest chance there as the Prince was the likeliest target.

Some forty yards from the tent, Sylas gasped and tossed himself to the side, barely dodging a wild swing of an ax. The man who attacked him slumped forward, the heavy axs momentum carrying him and even forcing him aground. Sylas stumbled onward, grasping at the wet groundfrom blood, he realized as soon as he looked downbreathing heavily, trying to run away. He slipped, however, on the very same blood, flattening his face in it. It was slimy. Sweet on his tongue.

Nearly puking, he turned around just in time to see the ax-wielding man descending toward him again. Yelling like a man who had gone insane, he stepped to the side and dodged the slow swing of an ax, brandishing his blade and using every single ounce of strength his arms' possessed, he stabbed forward. At that moment, something clickedit clicked in his mind, it clicked in his fingers, in the way that he held the blade.

Not unlike the arrows that rained from the sky, the sword made the exact same sound as it pushed forth in a perfect trajectoryeasily piercing through the few layers of clothing the man was wearing, boring into his heart. The ax-wielding man stopped in place, his eyes widening for a moment as he gasped for breath. Sylas, instinctively, pulled back and removed the sword from the bodyletting the latter thud down and sprawl, dead.

I Im not sure. Maybe? When I rushed out to see what happened, I saw someone walking away, nearby. I I just figured it was another one of our men, seeing what was happening.

Anything stuck out about him?

Uh cape? Maybe? II dont know

Captain, were getting overwhelmed!! someone shouted from the outside. Fuck, Dysder! Wake up! Dysder! Captain, weAAAAAAAGGHHH!

Theyre here, Tenner took a deep breath. Hide.

H-huh?

Hide! Tenner shouted lowly. Ill hold them back for as long as I can. See see if theres an opportunity to run away. I already sent Ryne awayshe should be somewhere nearby. If you two can make it theres hope for justice yet.

Sylas looked at the mans determined gaze, not having the heart to tell him it was all pointless. The cape the cape odd cape he repeated in his head as he headed deeper into the tentnot to hide, but to end his life and begin anew. It was little, but it wasnt nothing. Besides, there were other ways of figuring out who it wassuch as letting the two of them open the gates yet again, but figuring out who the man besides Dyn was.

Sighing, Sylas looked down at the sword and frozethere was blood everywhere. Having finally calmed down, memories surged backhed killed, not once but twice. He stabbed another person and watched them die. Hed killed someone with his own hands. At the realization, he began to shake, his fingers dropping the swords handle, the metal clanking against the stone. His face paled, lips quivering and parting slightly. Hed killed someone.

The sensation of stabbing the two men into their hearts and feeling it cease beating it repeated like a lullaby in his mind, over and over, over and over, deeper and deeper. He saw their faces, pale, aghast, terrified, confused they were weeping and laughing and taunting and pleading and jeering and begging. He passed out.

You have died.

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